Heart murmur

In a realm where lub-dub's refrain,
A whispered secret, a soft refrain,
The heart reveals its gentle sighs,
Beneath the vast and open skies.

Murmurs dance, a rhythmic flow,
Where life's stories ebb and go,
Innocent whispers, youth's embrace,
A tender heart, a gentle space.

Pathways twisted, journeys long,
Where echoes tell of what is wrong,
Pathological, a solemn word,
The heart's lament, once unheard.

In stethoscope's embrace, they hide,
The mysteries that life may bide,
A tale of valves, or congenital grace,
Infections' touch, a hidden place.

Echocardiograms unveil the clue,
To understand what hearts may do,
In silent chambers, they'll decode,
The murmurs' language, the secret code.

A world of sound, within the chest,
Where lives both journey and unrest,
Innocence or pathology's rhyme,
In the beating heart, a tale of time.

Not all are dire, not all a threat,
In the world of murmurs, do not forget,
Some are benign, like a fleeting dream,
In the heart's realm, not all as they seem.

Consult with care, the skilled and wise,
In this realm of whispered cries,
A heart's murmur, a story to share,
With healthcare's touch, hearts repair.